Chapter 280: What belongs to the He Zong family belongs to the State of Zhao
"Escape!" At this time, there was only one word left in He Zongjun's mind.
The Zhao army was too fierce. No matter whether it was strength or equipment, it was not comparable to the He Zong clan. There was also the old man who just came over. He killed thousands of people with a wave of his hand. He didn't blink his eyes. His face was actually
And with a faint smile.
How could he laugh?
He Zongjun was completely frightened and had no thoughts of competing with Zhao Guo anymore.
Now he just wants to hide in the deep mountains and forests, as before, far away from Zhao. As for regaining his homeland, whoever wants to go there can do it.
Seeing the monarch fleeing, He Zong's army, which had been killed, instantly collapsed. Not even caring about the bodies of their companions, they followed Lord He Zong and fled towards the mountains and forests behind.
"Before, you suppressed me and beat me, now it's my turn to beat you." Yan Zhou wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, said excitedly, and with a wave of his hand, he led the Zhao army to chase the He Zong clan's defeated army.
"Be careful, wait until you meet Qing She before going up." Le Yi warned. Zhao Jun is not good at fighting in the mountains and forests. If he is not careful, he may fall into the trap of the He Zong clan. Although the He Zong clan has been defeated,
But it's better to be careful.
"My subordinates know." Yan Zhou's voice came from afar.
Le Yi ordered the doctors in the rear to treat the injured soldiers. After making arrangements, he led the army to follow and became the queen of Yanzhou.
Originally, Zhao State did not have the conditions to equip every legion with doctors, but Zhao Kuo used the "Medical Code" and Handan Academy as bait to attract half of the world's doctors to Zhao State.
The rest is easy to handle. If you give them money and food, some people will be willing to serve in the army. Each doctor will bring a few apprentices, and they will be assigned to the army according to the ratio of one doctor to one hundred soldiers.
After all, there were only a few people who died directly on the battlefield. Most of them died of blood loss or infection after being injured. Although there were not many doctors, they were enough to treat most of the injured soldiers, minimizing Zhao Jun's loss rate.
"No one has discovered before that a small medical officer can play such a big role." Le Yi said with emotion.
In fact, military medicine was not invented by Zhao Kuo. It originated very early. Before the witch doctors were separated, the army was equipped with alchemists who mastered hundreds of medicines to treat golden sores and cure all diseases.
However, these alchemists were only responsible for treating the generals and did not care about the ordinary soldiers at all.
At that time, the status of soldiers was still relatively high.
Later, the scope and number of soldiers recruited continued to expand, from scholars, to all Chinese, to savages. From thousands, to tens of thousands, to hundreds of thousands. The status of soldiers continued to decrease, and there was even less treatment.
It’s valuable.
To all countries, soldiers are just a number, a consumable, and they can be requisitioned after death. After all, in troubled times, human life is the least valuable thing.
"Not worth it? These surviving soldiers are all elite veterans. It's not a problem for one to fight three on the battlefield. Why are there so few elite soldiers in various countries? Isn't it because they died in battle? Nowadays, only one out of a hundred soldiers is needed.
With one doctor, the loss rate can be reduced to about 30%. Are these surviving elite veterans not worth enough to support a few doctors? And the saved manpower can cultivate more fields and feed more people.
elite veterans. If things go on like this, the State of Zhao will always be strong, and the other countries will always be weak."
What Zhao Kuo said back then echoed in Le Yi's mind.
At that time, almost everyone was against it because it cost too much and took too much time to train a doctor, and in this era... the witch doctors had just separated, and medicine had not yet been perfected. Those who were good were really good, and those who were not good were really bad.
There is no shortage of quack doctors all over the world. There are also many people who avoid medical treatment and refuse to treat them until death. As a result, the reputation of doctors is not very good.
The salary given by Zhao Kuo was very high. Even apprentices were treated the same as soldiers. After joining the army, the minimum salary was equivalent to that of a hundred-man general.
In everyone's opinion, this expenditure is enough to build another army, and there is no need to spend it on doctors.
However, Zhao Kuo finally defied public opinion and implemented this policy.
Now that the war has begun, everyone has discovered the benefits of military doctors.
Not only can casualties be greatly reduced, but the soldiers will feel more secure and more daring to charge, and their combat effectiveness will also be improved.
Now other countries can't learn it even if they want to. There are not that many doctors in the world anymore. More than half of the Chinese medicine practitioners are in Zhao State. It will take at least ten years for all countries to retrain.
"General, those wounded soldiers of the He Zong clan..." the medical officer came over and asked cautiously.
There were not many injured soldiers in the Zhao army. They were mainly injured by He Zongjun and his own soldiers. The other soldiers basically did not pose a threat to the Zhao army. However, almost all of the soldiers in the He Zong army were injured, and those who ran fast were already following He.
Zongjun ran away, and the one with short legs could only kneel on the ground and beg for mercy.
The sound of soldiers wailing could be heard all over the mountains and plains.
"Treat minor injuries. Don't waste medicinal materials for serious injuries. Let's put an end to it." Le Yi said coldly.
The State of Zhao had no obligation to treat the prisoners, but thinking that these people would be used as cannon fodder to attack the Huns in the future, Le Yi decided to treat them.
"My subordinate understands." The medical officer nodded.
Qingshe stood in the woods and looked at He Zongjun who was running towards him. He felt happy and raised his left hand high, and a sound of bowstrings sounded.
"There is an ambush!" He Zongjun shouted alertly. As soon as he finished speaking, thousands of arrows were fired, shooting towards He Zongjun from the mountains and forests.
Most of the soldiers who finally followed He Zongjun to escape were killed or injured in an instant. Even He Zongjun was wounded by several arrows, but they only pierced his armor and did not damage his skin.
Ordinary bows and arrows would be hard-pressed to hurt a strong man of his level.
"Come with me!" Qingshe shouted, leading Zhao Jun to charge towards them.
"Don't fight, don't fight, I surrender!" He Zongshi looked at the mountains and plains, and there were countless Zhao troops. A sense of despair emerged in his heart, and he shouted sadly.
"Really surrender?" Qingshe was stunned, a little surprised that he had gotten an advantage before even fighting.
"True surrender, true surrender." He Zongjun nodded repeatedly. The 30,000-strong army either died in battle or fled. There were not even a thousand who followed them, so how could they fight?
"Tie him up." Qingshe sealed Lord He Zong's inner energy and threw him to the guards behind him. Lord He Zong did not dare to resist and honestly allowed Zhao Jun to tie him up.
"I've been chasing him for a long time, but you kid took advantage of me." Yan Zhou rushed over and said angrily when he saw Lord He Zong being caught by Qing She.
"This is partly due to the general's contribution," Qingshe said with a smile.
"Are you still taking revenge?" Yan Zhou walked up to He Zongjun and asked with a joking look on his face.
"No, no, no." He Zongjun shook his head quickly.
"Are you still dueling?"
"No more one-on-one fights."
"What about the Hezong clan's land?"
"What belongs to the He Zong family belongs to the State of Zhao." He Zongjun said righteously without any hesitation.
"Yes, those who know the current affairs are heroes." Yan Zhou smiled and patted He Zongjun on the shoulder.